Sartre had refused to attend the festival, commenting drily that he was ‘not as antiCommunist as all that’. Had he been there, he may well have felt, like his hero in Nausea, that he was ‘alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these characters spend their time explaining themselves, and happily recognizing that they hold the same opinions.’ In her roman a clef.
The New Press - 2000